Here's one from "Roy Firestone Does Minor League Baseball". (Firestone's wit style is similar to that of Berman of ESPN-sorry, forgot his first name), but he is more soft-spoken than Berman and I like Firestone better because he, didn't do the "back-back-back-back". Anyway: "Ah yes, fans, that story, I would have to say, was a bit low...and speaking of low, there's a pitch down low for a ball...3 and 2".
The Bacon Tree A group of early settlers heading West got off the Oregon Trail and found themselves lost and running out of supplies. One evening, they camped near a stream, and as it became darker, they saw a campfire a little way up the hill on the same stream. The next morning, they headed out to see who was there. They found a small cave and an old Rabi had made his home there. "We're lost and hungry, can you help us?" He thought a moment, then said, "I have very little and can only share the water in this stream, and I know only that there's a Bacon Tree about a mile West of here along the stream." They couldn't pack up and roll out fast enough, the thought of BACON filled their minds. As they went through a small narrow gorge, they were accosted by a band of Walla Walla Indians who were not happy to see them and would have robbed them if they had anything of value. Beaten up and nursing a few wounds, they got out, but the leader of the group went back to the old Rabi with several men, all of them angry. "You said there was a Bacon Tree, and all we found was an Ambush by angry Indians!" The Rabi thought a moment, adjusted his little round glasses, looked up and said. "Oy Vey! Ham Bush, Bacon Tree, who knew?"
Almost. I thought it was NIARG EHT, and I can't be miss Taken, because I am mr. Taken (more than 27 years by now, of which 25 happily married).
I'm sorry, I wasn't clear. First 2 years (& 2 months) happily taken but not married yet. Next 25 years happily married and still taken.